"MAY THE WORDS OF MY MOUTH AND THE MEDITATION OF MY HEART BE PLEASING IN YOUR SIGHT, O LORD, MY ROCK AND MY REDEEMER."--PSALM 19:14

Monday, May 24, 2010

Project 4:4--Day One Hundred Eighteen

Day One Hundred Eighteen, Psalm 76, 82, 84, 90, 92, 112, 115

Psalm 84 is the basis for a FANTASTIC worship song entitled, “Better is One Day”.

“How lovely is your dwelling place,O Lord Almighty!My soul yearns, even faints,for the courts of the Lord;my heart and my flesh cry outfor the living God.

Even the sparrow has found a home,and the swallow a nest for herself,where she may have her young—a place near your altar,O Lord Almighty, my King and my God.Blessed are those who dwell in your house;they are ever praising you.

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.As they pass through the Valley of Baca,they make it a place of springs;the autumn rains also cover it with pools.They go from strength to strength,till each appears before God in Zion.

Better is one day in your courtsthan a thousand elsewhere;I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my Godthan dwell in the tents of the wicked.for the Lord God is a sun and shield;the Lord bestows favor and honor;no good thing does he withholdfrom those whose walk is blameless.

O Lord Almighty,Blessed is the man who trusts in you.

Psalm 90 is a little bit different, in that it is a song of Moses. I love how he recognizes the brevity of our lives and the importance of making the most of the short time that we have here.

Lord, you have been our dwelling placethroughout all generations.Before the mountains were bornor you brought forth the earth and the world,from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.

You turn men back to dust,saying, “Return to dust, O sons of men.”For a thousand years in your sightare like a day that has just gone by,or like a watch in the night.You sweep men away in the sleep of death;they are like the new grass of the morning—though in the morning it springs up new,by evening it is dry and withered.

We are consumed by your angerand terrified by your indignation.You have set our iniquities before you,our secret sin in the light of your presence.All our days pass away under your wrath;we finish our years with a moan.The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty, if we have the strength;yet their span is but trouble and sorrow,for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

Who knows the power of your anger?For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.Teach us to number our days aright,that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Relent, O Lord! How long will it be?Have compassion on your servants.Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,for as many years as we have seen trouble.May your deeds be shown to your servants,your splendor to their children.

May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands.

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